September 5th, 2022

Written by Dave Winnyk on 9/5/2022

I’d be lying if I said I was happy here.

But I would also be lying if I said I was not happy here.

Happiness has become a default setting for my machine.

The lie is impatience and delusion.

It separates me from the now.

Where I could be thrilled

And engaged

And so attracted to this existence.

But in most moments I am predicting the future

Imagining what could be

And what couldn’t.

But because I know this.

But because I recognize myself being myself.

I can be happy here.

And I am happy here.

The lie is regret and self-pity.

Where I am torturing

And rehashing

And so sorry for the humans I’ve hurt.

In many moments I am reliving the past.

Imagining what could’ve been

And what wasn’t

But because I know this.

But because I recognize myself being myself.

I can be happy here.

And I am happy here.

The lie is assumption and obsession.

Where I am pretending

And rumenating

And so sure that my friends despise me.

In many moments I am spinning up conversations I’ll never have.

Imagining what was left unsaid

And what could be said.

But because I recognize myself being myself.

I can be happy here.

And I am happy here.